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Aagh. I have done no work in days. I am just going to save files and mail them to self so can do stuff once home.

I have four days to do 30 credits worth of work. I am so screwed.

Soon, I am going to go pack. I have to take paternal's suits to the dry cleaners then go bus clockwork-orange bus all the way back to st a's. Then sort out money stuff and post payments. Then nap or work, depending on if I wake up. Then choir. Then sleep, then lectures, then work my pathetic little heart out.

I can put together a viable program in, I'd say, six hours tops. It may not be pretty and it may not be efficient, but I can do it. I just have to make myself sit down and work, and I've been putting it off like whoa, but I'm going to stop.

Dammit. I'm fucking brilliant, and I deserve this degree, and this project is the only major obstacle left. This project, two exams in May, and I'm done. So I can do it. I have to.

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Ow. My feet. They hurt.

I took paternal's suits to the drycleaner on the way to get the bus. This means I have the receipt and will have to post it back.

I got here, eventually. There seemed to be a lot of small children on the way - a little girl on the tube was looking at me wide-eyed. Here, there are yahs. There was a loud yah who did not seem to understand the concept of the Dewey Decimal System. It was distressing.

Then I lost time and could not find stuff and walked slowly and did not get to the building society in time. So I have to go in tomorrow and transfer money and then I can send off money. I may mail the people and tell them it may be a little late as I am having account issues. Depends what I am told tomorrow.

My feet are very sore.

I am in Butts Wynd. I am next to Marco. We have not yet exchanged verbalisations, merely a brief nod. He appears to be doing something interesting, perhaps. I am sitting around waiting for choir to happen because I cannot be arsed walking back out to hall.

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I think this is the last of the snips to go into the compilation. I have no idea what order I am going to put them in. I mean, maybe just as written for sheer ease of it. But anyway. 470 words. Miko is that sweet Japanese girl from Letters From Pegasus. So this one's actually fairly different, tonally, and. hmm. hmmmm. I shouldn't be thinking about this at all but my feet hurt and I am too sleepy to actually work and anyway I am not in my room where my work is. And I am allowed to take breaks.

( No swearing in this one. )